Stubborn Love.

Chapter 148

Chapter 148 

Niall POV

*We're number one in the UK. Kelsey can you believe it. We did it. Call me back. Oh and what are you doing on Saturday? You wanna come to London? We have a TV appearance.* 

Leaving a voice mail message was not what I've planned but when she didn't pick up her phone, I had no other choice. She was probably busy and I was sure that there was nothing to worry about.  

I open my eyes and jump out of the bed, the second my alarm goes off. I feel relaxed after having had a couple hours of decent sleep. I'd say I'm ready for the day. David told us about rehearsals for Saturday and I'm already nervous. Now that I think of it, I wonder if Kelsey has send me a text or tried to call me. When I check my phone there's nothing. I guess she's still asleep, dreaming about unicorns and rainbows. My girl, the fairy-tale princess. I decide to send her a little text to make her smile in the morning. 

*Thinking of ya. Hope you okay! Nialler *

That should do. It's the truth, though. I'm thinking of her, almost 24 hours, seven days a week.  

"Harry get ready." I hear Liam shouting outside my room and I have to laugh. Harry is probably still sleeping and not even thinking of getting up. 

"Harry now." Liam sounds angry and I better hurry up as well, I don't want him to get at me, too.  

"Shut up. We still have an hour." Harry calls back. The door to his room is probably open, because I can his voice clearly. "Shit. Oh god." I guess he noticed that we have like 30 minutes before we have to be all set and good to go. I leave my phone behind and grab a stag of clothes on the way out to the bathroom. Good we have more than one, otherwise David would have probably killed us by now for never being on time. 

In the hallway, I get run over by a freaking out Harry, who doesn't seem to know where he is or what he has to do. He doesn't even apologise, all I hear is him muttering something like idiot open your eyes. I don't say anything, not wanting to distract him even more. I just keep laughing to myself. What a great way to the day. 

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"You have to focus on your performance and your voices." Savan yells, throwing his arms in the air in annoyance. We're at a rehearsal studio, just outside of London and much to my disliking we have already been practicing and working on our performance for hours. It doesn't seem to work. And no we haven't improved at all. How am I supposed to pay attention to my voice when Savan wants us to jump around and do moves at the same time. Neither one of us has found a way yet to make it look at least a bit acceptable. I'm pretty sure Saturday evening will end in a disaster. 

"I'm tired and hungry." I whine and sit down onto the sage, burying my head in my hands.

"No Niall. Get up. Now." Savan is standing right in front of me, pulling on my arm, hoping that would bring me to getting up again.

"If I don't eat anything soon I'll faint. I'm 100% sure." 

"Don't be such a diva." Our choreographer groans, slightly annoyed by my behaviour.  

"I'm not a diva. I'm starving and I think death comes soon." There's no way I keep going to continue rehearsing and dancing in my condition. 

"I'm with Niall." Harry supports me, shouting from behind. Two seconds later, he plants himself next to me on the ground. 

"You're unbelievable. If I didn't know better I'd say you're ten year old kids." 

In the end, we get what we want. David couldn't stand us any longer and decides that there's only one way to make us shut up.